The bastard opens his eyes. Another day, like so many before. A cold embrace; the reminder of his broken dreams. His fucking hope; those days are over. His days are numbered. And the rope can't hang high enough to deliver him from the pain. A vacant shell of the man he used to claim to be. No escape, I found you in the gutter like I wanted to.I could beat the rhythm out of your black heart just to silence you.

As your veins lament, you accept your damages. Your bitter triumphs serve you well. Tell me what you wish to prove by being nothing at all. What do you expect from me now that you are nothing at all?

You watch your fucking step, everyday the ice is thinning. In a life so meaningless, you struggle for the cure. You're crying wolf, like so many before. This time you'll pull the trigger, no one will listen. This time you'll pull the trigger, no one will care. I wish you knew, all the trials you blindly put me through - you know I tried to save you. I think you're all the same, and I can no longer can your weight. Let your affliction console you. Now bury yourself; you're already dead, and I've spit on your name. I've pissed on your grave. It's made no difference. There's nothing left to say. This time you'll pull the trigger, no one will listen. This time you'll pull the trigger, no one will care.